[ he had promised, and that is the thought she shoulders as she falls into a light, fitful sleep. she never does sleep well without him there, and lately it's been something she's simply been getting used to. his work, his writing, it must be done and it must be important, but he promised.
and when eliza's eyes flutter open to a dark room, the candle having gone out hours ago, and a half empty bed? she sits up, pulling a shawl off a nearby chair and heads out into the main hall. it's dark, but she knows her home, the small place that is hers and alexander's. she could navigate it in her sleep. ]
Alexander? [ she whispers, turning to look through the doorway. there is no light, which is confusing to her - if he was working, there would be candlelight. but then what is he...?
eliza sees the figure across the room in the corner chair, and she pauses in the doorway, pulling the shawl more tightly around her shoulders, her voice still soft. ] Alexander, what are you doing?
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and when eliza's eyes flutter open to a dark room, the candle having gone out hours ago, and a half empty bed? she sits up, pulling a shawl off a nearby chair and heads out into the main hall. it's dark, but she knows her home, the small place that is hers and alexander's. she could navigate it in her sleep. ]
Alexander? [ she whispers, turning to look through the doorway. there is no light, which is confusing to her - if he was working, there would be candlelight. but then what is he...?
eliza sees the figure across the room in the corner chair, and she pauses in the doorway, pulling the shawl more tightly around her shoulders, her voice still soft. ] Alexander, what are you doing?